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I never saw your Northern Lights
I never saw your new Octobers
I never saw there's another way to breathe
Behind the curtain
And now I see there's another sun
And now I see there's a new horizon
And now I see there's another way to see
And I can see a better way to build a world
Where every hand is held and holding on
A nervous twitch of a narrow mind
A nascent witch of a newborn baby
A naked joy of a nighthawk at the bar
Who never doubted
And everybody was in the folds
And everybody was looking lovely
Everybody was bound to every heart
And they could see a better way to build a word
Where every hand is held and holding on
We want it all
We demand
The impossible
There's a better way to build a world
Where every hand is held and holding on
Better way to build a world
Where every hand is held and holding on
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